Post by Metal Dragon (Rob Deezy) on Jun 2, 2009 23:21:06 GMT -5
The LDWA crowd quiets down after whatever they do to open their shows, as the riff of "Rooster" by Alice in Chains begins playing throughout the arena. The vocals of the late Layne Staley begin playing, heralding only one man... or chicken.
Ain't found a way to kill me yet,
Eyes burn with stinging sweat,
Seems every path leads me to nowhere.
Wife and kids, household pet,
Army green was no safe bet,
The bullet screams to me from somewhere.
The curtain is thrown aside as a giant chicken appears.
Here they come to snuff the rooster, oh yeah.
Yeah, here come the rooster, yeah.
You know he ain't gonna die.
No, no, no... You know he ain't gonna die.
The man in the chicken suit stomps down the aisle as his identity is revealed.
Belle: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring, from anywhere but Israel or Japan, at a weight of 240 pounds... Monster Cock!"
Monster Cock raises his arms triumphantly halfway down the aisle, many of the fans snickering as they know who the only possible person in the costume could be.
Dave: "Monster Cock? Heh heh."
Johnny: "Is this fucking serious?"
The very large cock finishes his journey to the ring and climbs onto the apron, then steps through the ropes. "Rooster" fades out as Monster Cock holds a wing forward, wanting the microphone. The ring announcer hands him the mic and he begins to speak.
Monster Cock: "Buk... Bawk... BU-GAWK! Buk, buk, buk, bawk, bawk, cock-a-doodle-doo!"
The cock pitches the mic back to Belle and flexes his muscles, ready to administer a breaded and lightly-seasoned beatdown.
TBC Chris Parker
Ain't found a way to kill me yet,
Eyes burn with stinging sweat,
Seems every path leads me to nowhere.
Wife and kids, household pet,
Army green was no safe bet,
The bullet screams to me from somewhere.
The curtain is thrown aside as a giant chicken appears.
Here they come to snuff the rooster, oh yeah.
Yeah, here come the rooster, yeah.
You know he ain't gonna die.
No, no, no... You know he ain't gonna die.
The man in the chicken suit stomps down the aisle as his identity is revealed.
Belle: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Approaching the ring, from anywhere but Israel or Japan, at a weight of 240 pounds... Monster Cock!"
Monster Cock raises his arms triumphantly halfway down the aisle, many of the fans snickering as they know who the only possible person in the costume could be.
Dave: "Monster Cock? Heh heh."
Johnny: "Is this fucking serious?"
The very large cock finishes his journey to the ring and climbs onto the apron, then steps through the ropes. "Rooster" fades out as Monster Cock holds a wing forward, wanting the microphone. The ring announcer hands him the mic and he begins to speak.
Monster Cock: "Buk... Bawk... BU-GAWK! Buk, buk, buk, bawk, bawk, cock-a-doodle-doo!"
The cock pitches the mic back to Belle and flexes his muscles, ready to administer a breaded and lightly-seasoned beatdown.
TBC Chris Parker